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Blame The Girl: Awake and Dreaming
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Monday, July 14, 2008. At night I lay with my limbs intertwined with his. I can feel him breathing hot minty air on my neck and cheek. His face is so close to mine that I can feel the tips of his long eyelashes resting against my skin. It seems so peaceful where he is. Asleep. I want to be where you are baby. I miss it there.". I could fall into you. The affectionate inviting heart of you. Cradled snug in the levels of your existence. Cuddled up with quiet longing persistence. I close my eyes for a minute.
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Blame The Girl
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Saturday, December 26, 2009. If I connected the beauty marks on your face, I bet I could make Cassiopeia." Chad stated out of the blue, his words cutting into my ramble about lunch ideas. I was having trouble shifting subject gears. You have a lot of beauty marks on your face. If I took your eyeliner and connected the dots, I'm pretty sure there's a constellation there.". I just asked you if you wanted Thai food, where did Cassiopeia come from? Many beauty marks on my face.". Posted by Blame The Girl.
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Blame The Girl: Shattered in my hands
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Friday, October 26, 2007. Shattered in my hands. I'm a clumsy girl. On a normal day, you may find me stumbling over my own feet and then promptly scanning every direction to make sure no one saw me. I also may trip over words, drop items or slam unsuspecting body parts into doors. My fingers, hands, arms or feet carry the purplish blue battle wounds often. Now mind you, the majority of these are sober moments. I don't fall this much when I'm intoxicated. Odd, I know. Posted by Blame The Girl. I'm gonna T...
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Blame The Girl: The Seven Deadly Virginia Slims
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Wednesday, October 31, 2007. The Seven Deadly Virginia Slims. The Seven Deadly Virginia Slims. 8220;He who angers you conquers you.”. I reached for my pack of cigarettes because when someone says, "we need to talk," you know it's going to be rough. Shane Holiday took my hand and dramatically led me out onto his balcony; the clatter of partiers humming inside was shushed by the closing of the sliding glass door. And then he dropped the news as I was inhaling. Your boyfriend Tate, is nailing Renee? I could...
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Blame The Girl: Monsters and Angels
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Monday, July 14, 2008. My mind can bend reality as you know it, shifting into cross existing dimensions. I'm important because of this. That's how it was explained to me, stated bluntly as fact. Which was really hard to take given that the person I was talking to, according to my doctor, didn't exist. Let me back up. And all of this I chose to explain to the doctors, while very well medicated. I was mentally numb, and I feel that I said more than I should have, but couldn't stop. Posted by Blame The Girl.
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Blame The Girl: July 2008
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Monday, July 14, 2008. At night I lay with my limbs intertwined with his. I can feel him breathing hot minty air on my neck and cheek. His face is so close to mine that I can feel the tips of his long eyelashes resting against my skin. It seems so peaceful where he is. Asleep. I want to be where you are baby. I miss it there.". I could fall into you. The affectionate inviting heart of you. Cradled snug in the levels of your existence. Cuddled up with quiet longing persistence. I close my eyes for a minute.
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Blame The Girl: September 2007
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Saturday, September 8, 2007. The walls are not very tall at all, my friend. The walls are not very tall and I can hear you. Yes, I can hear you, you little potty-mouthed rooster. Fuck-a-doodle-doing from your cubicle at six in the am, almost daily. It's a bit early and somewhat inappropriate for your dive-bar type of language. Your " Fuck this bitch. Desktop cocktail with a "S onofabitch,. We can hear you," grumbles the girl directly behind me, sharing the wall next to his. Now, I'm not talking about cur...
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Blame The Girl: December 2009
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Saturday, December 26, 2009. If I connected the beauty marks on your face, I bet I could make Cassiopeia." Chad stated out of the blue, his words cutting into my ramble about lunch ideas. I was having trouble shifting subject gears. You have a lot of beauty marks on your face. If I took your eyeliner and connected the dots, I'm pretty sure there's a constellation there.". I just asked you if you wanted Thai food, where did Cassiopeia come from? Many beauty marks on my face.". Posted by Blame The Girl.
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Blame The Girl: July 2007
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Saturday, July 21, 2007. I'm an early morning Cereal killer. I find honeycombs to be the best stomach filler. A cup of coffee, is my sobering healer. And the Mercury funnies are a line for line thriller. The city streets are humming a low Sunday tune. And the Bay Area fog rolls in, even though it's June. I'm just waking up and it's well past noon. Slowly joining in on the sultry city croon. Side corner coffee shop is calling my name. Getting through traffic is a dangerous frogger game. Links to this post.